Our Home Security Camera Recorded What My Husband Did Before He Left for Denver
“No.
We don’t lock doors inside our home.”
Carter wrote another line in his notebook.
The rhythm of his pen clicking filled the empty space between us.
“I need to check on Lily,” I said.
Carter stepped aside, but his pen never stopped moving.
“We’ll speak again.”
I sat in the waiting room outside the pediatric intensive care unit.